Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.